What else could we begin such a series with if not the gate of Russia, the former capital considered in Russian literature as the boundary between East and West: Petersburg? And who else if not the photos of someone who in the last years has become a chronicler and, virtually, a good genius of the city: Aleksandr Petrosyan?
For years I have watched the photos of Aleksandr Petrosyan, born in Lvov and living in Petersburg. First I got to know his black and white documentary photos which with great attention and sympathy gave news about the losers of the change of regime, and later his first city photos taken around 2000 on which he made experiments with unexpected, absurd and meaningful crosscuts of buildings and perspectives. It is good to see that these two kinds of sensitivity have encountered in such a fully mature way.
A multitude of mysterious stories unfold themselves on these pictures. Stories which take place in the city day after day in front of our eyes, but can be perceived only from the right angle.
The source of the pictures is the page of Aleksandr Petrosyan. You are advised to enlarge each of them: this is how they really live.
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